Finally the opportunity had arisen. The

Finally the opportunity had arisen. The wife was away visiting family in Israel, the kids were safely ensconced at camp - at last I could be myself without fear of others shaming!

I strode boldly to my hiding place, relieved that no one was home to watch or listen. There it was: my dark secret, lying there in the box, beckoning me to live out my fantasy.

A high fructose, high trans fats super junk food and highly processed packaged meal. As a junk food junkie I started to sweat and though about the steps I'd learnt at my support gr

-andma. Support Grandma's are old women that you can hire from an agency to step in and be a grandma to you. Bake cookies, think you're great, y'know whatever. You could hire

a Support Psychiatrist to step in and stare at their watch until an hour's up and hand you a bill and prescription too. My Support Grandma died, but in her Support Will she left me

The Gift. When I wore The Gift, it was amazing. I couldn't keep the weight on, it was all muscle. My job was fantastic. My spouse had no flaws. The Gift was all the support I could

The clients remained in the dark about it. They would continue dieting and wonder why They so slowly lost weight. It was their thyroid, Oprah Winfrey told them. They believed her.

"And YOU get synthroid pills," Oprah pointed to an audience member. "And YOU get synthroid pills! And YOU get synthroid pills!" The audience went wild as they took their medication

, but shortly after, everyone collapsed to the floor in their own blood! Oprah pulled off the skin from her face, revealing a terrible monster which said, "At last, at long last.".